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Fortress north Cold as glass Friendship south Take your task To the number Nine eight two Through the wood No lion fears In the sky the water veers Small of scale Step across Perspective should not be lost In the center of four alie Small, split, Three winged and slight What we take to be Our strongest tower of delight Falls gently In December night Looking back from treasure ground There's the spout! A whistle sounds.

Fortress north, Cold as glass. Friendship south, Take your task.


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Uploaded Jun 07, 2018 at 05:36PM EDT

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The Secret: A Treasure Hunt

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